The sky is gunmetal gray, the light flat and dim. The weather service predicts snow this evening and throughout the night, though without expectations of accumulation. From the looks of things, they could be right.
I know it is colder than when I got up at 5:15 this morning…45˚F then, 37˚F now. I also know I've been shivering and felt chilled to the bone all day, though that's probably not related to the weather.
At the beginning of the week, I had to attend an out-of-town conference. I hadn't been feeling all that well during the latter part of last week and over the weekend, and suspected that whatever had laid Myladylove low for a few days early last week had been passed along. But reservations had been made, fees paid, and people were counting on me to be there…so sick or not, I went.
This is a serious conferences. Seminars begin right after a very early breakfast and continue pretty much nonstop for the next dozen or more hours. Lunch and dinner are "working" meals. Your time is well spent and the meeting informative, productive, inspiring, occasionally fun, but even when you're in tip-top shape, exhausting. If you start out halfway sick, however, with what might have been a mild dose of the flu, such a demanding schedule and days-long energy-drain can prove a brutal ordeal.
The drive there, the conference itself, and the trip home on Wednesday afternoon became one of those increasing struggles to simply survive long enough to die in your own bed.
I spent all yesterday down for the count, finally making it as far as the living room and my recliner about 8:00 p.m. Today has been modestly better in that I've remained upright for an hour at a time on several occasions. I might even manage supper.
Between bouts of snoozing, I have been reading various blogs via my iPod. This is the first time I've actually made it down the hall to my desk. With luck, I hope to be out and about the next day or two. The weather is supposed to be sunny and back in the 50s˚F. I noticed a few blooms as I drove home Wednesday, and want to see what going on here. Of course, given my fevered state, those visions might have been nothing more than wishful hallucinations.